Edge sesh with my best [FF]riend. Pt. 2.

See pt. 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/EdgingTalk/comments/lyi7kb/edge_sesh_with_my_best_friend/).

Its not long before Sophia pounces. She tackles me off my feet, and we both come crashing down onto the mattress. She pins me, both my wrists locked in her hands, held high above my head. She’s soaked from my explosion and it rains down onto my body. She leans in and I close my eyes expecting a kiss, but instead she spits right in my face. Now, this is the Sophie I know! Not the doting, faithful housewife. I’ve awaken the true, filthily, slutty Sophie, and she’s out for blood (or should I say, cum).

She rubs her spit into my face with her palm before sticking her fingers into my mouth. I gag until she pulls them out before plunging her fingers deep into my cunt. Im withering in pleasure, trying to keep my thoughts straight. How did I lose control so quickly? Shes pounding my pussy with her fingers up to her knuckles while biting around my neck. Im using every ounce of strength I have to hold back my cum and she must know that im close because she abruptly stops her attack. She smiles at me, “Truce?” she whispers, before planting a sweet kiss on my lips.

Bred by Her Father [M/F, dragon shifter in human form, first time, incest, consensual, erotica] (AmethystMare)

An adult dragoness living in a human world, a shifter, demands that her father take her for her very first breeding…

As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words – please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile!

No one would have known that Amy was a dragoness from looking at her. To all intents and purposes, after living in the world of humans for far too long and adoring fashion and technology equally, she was the embodiment of a young woman. In typical times, even with her petite frame and shoulder-length brown hair that was always in a modern style for her East Asian home, she would have fitted in perfectly, though some that she had met there wondered why a good Korean woman did not seem to have a job or a husband as yet. Little did they know that dragons, at least openly, had no need for either, above humanly concerns and troubles.

Coworkers give in (MF)

I’m 50 years old. I’m tall, I’m strong and I’m flirty. I’m the one that jokes and teases but you know is harmless. I’m also respectful and kind.

I was sent to a work conference down the Cape.

So Cheryl, my coworker, and I made our way from just north of Boston to our destination. Cheryl was older than me. She was 60. She was curvy. She always dressed well, nothing over the top. She was always professional but not aloof. She has shoulder length brown hair and a great smile. She was someone who I respected so our banter at work was more professional than flirty.

We get to the hotel and my room is ready but hers is not. I suggest we put her bags in my room and then when her room is ready we can move them to hers.

We get to my room and I’m kinda nervous. Not because I’m worried about anything sexual at this point, but, I just don’t want to do or say anything stupid.

We go to the room and freshen up. We made some small talk, as there was this uneasiness in the air, and decided to fo down to the hotel bar for a drink.

Workout parts 1&2

You get to the gym and it’s eerily quiet. I watch you on the security cameras doing a quick lap around you don’t see anyone. You pop back out to the lobby and ask what time do we close? I tell you not to worry the place is completely empty. We do close in 12 minutes technically, but that’s when I lock the doors and do my work out. I tell you you’re welcome to stay, and don’t even worry about wiping down machines after because I have to clean them all in the morning anyway. You’ve seen me around many times and think it would be nice to have the place to yourself, so you go to the locker room to change… :)

Protégés and Guardians – Day 2 Part 1 – I am ready to become a woman, Sir! [BDSM, Mf, Maledom, Excess of Women, Plot Heavy, Dubcon, Protocol, Objectification, Training, Punishment, Romance, No Sex]

Maxime had seen enough of Marc’s cruelty yesterday so she decided to come early and to try to get a seat at another table. She performed her morning routine with extra vigilance, to make the best out of her appearance to be stunning – who of the boys could deny her? She bathed with a light vanilla perfume and used an extra hair conditioner. For the first time in her life, she waxed the hairs on her legs and pulled superfluous hairs from her face, which was more painful than she expected. Afterward, she used a body lotion to cream her full body with gentle strokes. She took extra care for her boobs and while rubbing them she remembered how Jake had looked at her, with lust in his eyes, after he had taken the opportunity to look down onto her breasts. She squeezed the nipples which he must have seen through her dress and exhausted a first little moaning. The pressure between her legs started pulsating and her creamy hand started moving down to gently rub her vulva. A second moaning released itself from her mouth and she started rubbing her center which sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her other hand came to assist by pulling her lips apart so that her center was more exposed to the rubbing. Her moaning increased and before she could realize what happened her tunnel pulsated, sending ruptures through her body and she groaned ecstatically in her first orgasm. Afterward, the afterglow of happiness let her finish her preparation joy- and peacefully.

My mom’s dwindling panty supply and her Green Day shirt incident

An unintended consequence popped up this week for us. My mom mentioned her panty supply was getting low and she needed more. The moment she said it, I knew it was all my fault. I have a tendency to be a bit rough and just pull or rip her panties when I want her. It’s funny, because I don’t do this with Jenn, just my mom. I think it’s all having to do with my dad, but that’s a huge rabbit hole! They don’t always rip apart, just rip enough to not be usable.
Anyway, yes, we have to stock up on panties and I’ll do my best not to keep pulling them and ripping them!

It’s the Green Day shirt incident that has been the highlight of this week, however. So my mom has always been a fan of Green Day and only has one remaining shirt. She happened to be wearing it one of the days we messed around, but wanted to take it off. I insisted she keep it on, but I could tell it wasn’t something she wanted. I think she thought I liked the band too, but I just remember her wearing it when I was a kid and my dad liked her wearing it.

A story by me, about me, from your view.

NSFW

You’re 5’2, 105lbs. Snow White, Small tits, petite. You’ve never been with more than one person at once before. You’re excited, but anxious. You’re willing.. but hesitant. Unsure if you should do it I mean.. y..you want too but.. it seems wild, I mean why would you? Your friend talked you into a group uh meeting. There will be food, drinks… lots of drinks. You are well aware you are the center of attention for tonight’s gathering. He’ll be picking you up in just two hours.. what to wear? You go through your attire, after a few minutes you’ve decided, you’re going all out. After all if you are going to do it, might as go all out eh?

You’re wearing no bra, a black crop top with a bow tied at the bottom, no more than two inches below your breasts. A high waisted miniskirt that doesn’t quite cover your ass, with thigh high black lacey fish nets, and a pair of heels, open toed with red nail polish. You decided on the black belted choke that says Angel, in false diamonds. Light make up, with mild amounts of eye shadow.. just enough to run, and a pair of earrings shaped like crosses. Below the skirt is a very thin thong barely holding in a small butt plug.

Naughty student and the corruptible lecturer (FM) (Part 1)

I was just finishing up correcting some exams when I heard a knock on the door. I wearily said come in wondering who could be looking for me at this hour. You stuck your head around the door with a big smile on your pretty face surrounded by your luscious red lips. I knew I was in trouble when I saw it was you. 

You had been progressively wearing more revealing clothes as the semester went by but it was near the end of the college year and summer so I couldn’t say it was all about me with certainty. But you had been trying to catch my eye all semester sitting in the front row with those beautiful blue eyes staring back at me behind your glasses.

I gulp down deep when I see you walk in from behind in a tiny tartan skirt, tight white shirt and matching tartan tie. 

“Sit down and tell me what is up Jade” I say trying to sound professional.

“Gladly” you say with a smirk, my resolve melting away.

The Tenant

? Not too graphic on this part. I would like to slowly build the tension. Thank you.

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Fuck.

I quickly turned towards the faucet to wash my hand. I let the cool water run down my red palm which was burned when I accidentally touched the hot pot filled with pasta.

The doorbell rang again.

“Coming!” I called. If it wasn’t for that doorbell, I wouldn’t have been surprised and forget that the pot was just on my right side.

I dried my hands and quickly went to the door. Opening it, I was greeted by a tall, handsome but definitely unfamiliar guy. He seemed to be surprised to see me too, as I can see from his expression.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Hello,” he said. His voice was extraordinarily low, almost a soft growl. “I just moved in beside your unit. I was wondering if I could uh, have a phone call. My phone’s dead and I don’t have a charger with me.”

Edge sesh with my best [FF]riend.

I wake up this morning feeling the usual ache between my legs and I instinctually reach for my pillow to begin my morning ritual. I roll over on top of it, pressing my clit onto its soft surface. I open up my phone to load up the usual porn sites and instead see a text from my best friend, Sophia.

“Hubby is out, wanna sesh?” said the message, followed by a pic of her, straddling her own pillow. It’s like we’re twins. I text her back, “on my way ;)”

Sophia and I have been best friends since high school. Through countless sleepovers, we became each other’s first kiss, first sexual experience, and gave each other our first orgasms. We’ve stuck together through countless boyfriends and in Sophie’s case, husbands, keeping the sexual aspect of our friendship a secret.

I force myself out of my bed and rush to put on a pair of yoga pants and hoodie. No use dolling myself up for her, or even showering. She’s used to seeing me at my filthiest. I hope in my car and speed over, one hand on the steering wheel and the other teasing my pussy.